I took the train to yesterday,
Through fields of green and skies of gray.
The whistle sang, the rails hummed low,
As memories woke in golden glow.

I saw my childhood pass in glass,
The summers bright, the winters vast.
The streets, the homes, the friends I knew,
The dreams I chased, the ones that flew.

And when the train began to slow,
The past dissolved in twilight’s glow.
For yesterday is just a place,
That time can never quite erase.